- Oooh thanks
- Lovely
- I do love my birthday
- No no that's fine
- Lots of little ones are great
- I don't need a big present
- Hmmm
- I wonder what it is
- Oh
- Err
- Lovely
- Yes I know
- I know I need a new mug
- It's great
- It's
- Just
- Well
- It's pink
- And got a willy for a handle
- I'm sure you did have a laugh
- I'm glad you enjoyed shopping
- For the first time
- Yes yes
- What a funny shop girl
- I bet she does have great taste
- And loves willy mugs
- But
- Well
- What do I do when friends come over
- And they see me with a willy mug
- Oh
- I see
- All of them?
- Six?
- I do like matching sets yes
- It will be a talking point
- I do like lots of presents
- I just didn't think they'd be willy themed
- Should I expect willy mugs in every present?
- Excellent
- Excellent
- So there's nothing else?
- Oh
- Ok
- I'd love one last surprise
- I'm glad you're excited
- Yes I'm excited too
- Hmmm
- I wonder what it is
- Oooh
- A sleeping bag
- Yes I did need a new one
- It's just
- Well
- It's in the shape of a willy
- Yes I do appreciate the theming
- It will be lovely and warm
- What do you mean that's not all?
- What else could there possibly be?
- Oh
- I see
- I'm glad you got one too
- Yes it will be fun camping
- We will look good
- Ohh even better
- Yes that's certainly the best bit
- I'm really glad they zip together
- Excellent
- Yes I get the joke
- Two peas in a pod wasn't exactly what came to mind
- You're right
- I am the luckiest wife ever
- I can't wait to go camping
Sunday 31 August 2014
Things I have Said To My Husband Today
Friday 22 August 2014
Things I Have said To My Husband Today
- That’s lovely
- Thank you
- Yes I do
- I do love being on holiday
- With you
- Of course I like being with you
- Well
- Because
- Well
- We’re married
- And that’s what married people do
- What do you mean bored?
- Why would I get bored/
- Who’s bored?
- You
- Ah
- Right
- Ok
- Well
- What would you like to do?
- What football?
- In Spain?
- Oh
- Well
- Ok
- Just this once
- You’re not doing me a favour
- I don’t need you out of my hair
- You’re not very annoying
- Yes even when you dance
- Please don’t dance
- I like your jokes
- Inappropriate is good
- No
- No I haven’t wished you had someone to play with
- Waiting for what mates?
- We’re in Spain
- You don’t know anyone in Spain
- So you don’t have any mates
- You’ve what?
- Invited who?
- Pokey, Stu and Bucket Head?
- What do you mean I’m welcome?
- Oh good Lord Jesus Christ
- Yes
- Yes I hear it
- Go and open the door then
Things I Have Said to Pokey, Stu and Bucket Head Today
- Oh
- Hi guys
- Yes
- Lovely to see you too
- No thanks
- No thanks Bucket Head
- I can do my own suncream
- Really
- Well I tend to yes
- Well always
- I always wear a bikini top
- No
- I never take it off
- Not even now
- I know we’re in Europe
- I don’t mind looking like a tourist
- I don’t mind standing out
- Please stop nudging each other
- And grinning
- Standing out is not a funny phrase
- Very mature Pokey
- Pretending to have boobs is a classic I agree
- You’re all very funny
- Here you go
- All of you
- It’ll get you an ice cream
- Yes you can spend it on beer
- Now go and watch the football
Monday 4 August 2014
Things I Have Said To My Father Today
Friday 1 August 2014
Old Kid On The Block
Crikey restarting this blog is like starting school all over again, except this time you're the old and wrinkled one sitting at the back wondering where your friends went and if any of this new bunch bought a corkscrew.
Firstly, I don't know my way around this new fangled blogosphere, the corridors smell funny, there's no set seating for lunch and my spot with the comfy grass round the back of the bike shed has been taken. I feel a Pile coming on.
Secondly, I've got to make new friends. Which is painful, I'm terrible at it, I tend to fall over my words and make inappropriate jokes about anything that comes to mind. I was once introduced to a Mum at the school, and all I could think of to say was:
"Haven't you got even teeth"
To be fair she had got really really straight teeth, but this was in answer to the question "is this your puppy?" Which it was, so I should have just said yes and would you like a stroke? Of the puppy not me hahahah - see, I do it on the keyboard too. I mean, would you be friends with me? Doubtful, I steal (WHY, why do I do that?)
Anyway it's been four years away from this blogging malarky, my new career in interpretive dance went quickly by the wayside, apparently interpretive dance still means you actually have to be able to dance. Which the Cruise Liner didn't specifically say on the advert. Also, turning up dressed as a pantomime cow to the Captain's Welcome Dinner was seen as an interpretation too far even though we were having beef. Honestly, no sense of humour the lot of them.
I did try and lighten the dinner up by taking up the captain's hat and spreading my arms out wing-like and singing My Heart Will Go On but he just looked crosser and went red. In one last attempt to get him to bloody cheer up, I winked at him through my costume and suggested I'd like him to draw me, "wearing this (tugging at cow costume) and only this" Flutter flutter, simper. So that was the end of my interpretative dance career.
Last year I went to register as a childminder but they suggested I take a breathalyser before the next interview and to consider carefully if this was the career for me. Obviously I insisted that it was, I'd be ace at it. I've got two kids of my own and they're alive, and I've had one of them for ten years, speaks for itself really.
"Hand me a couple of kids and I'll show you" I said winningly, "come back in ten years and they'll be alive, I SWEAR".
I don't think they could find any children that needed minding that week so I didn't get to do that job.
Eventually I did some dog walking, no one really interviews you for that and dogs don't talk. You can tie them up anywhere - anywhere!- as long as the General Public can't see, and have a sit-down, a bit of a snooze, anything really and get paid for it. The dogs are really grateful too, especially if you wear your cow outfit. They think you're trying to be their friend.
But I missed the blogging, Mistress of my own domain, charting my own course, laying wherever I set my dogs, and I think I'm dead employable online; it's anonymous, you can't tell whether I passed the breathalyser and I have endless, endless inappropriate relatives. Lucky, lucky me.
And lucky you for getting to join in.
Firstly, I don't know my way around this new fangled blogosphere, the corridors smell funny, there's no set seating for lunch and my spot with the comfy grass round the back of the bike shed has been taken. I feel a Pile coming on.
Secondly, I've got to make new friends. Which is painful, I'm terrible at it, I tend to fall over my words and make inappropriate jokes about anything that comes to mind. I was once introduced to a Mum at the school, and all I could think of to say was:
"Haven't you got even teeth"
To be fair she had got really really straight teeth, but this was in answer to the question "is this your puppy?" Which it was, so I should have just said yes and would you like a stroke? Of the puppy not me hahahah - see, I do it on the keyboard too. I mean, would you be friends with me? Doubtful, I steal (WHY, why do I do that?)
Anyway it's been four years away from this blogging malarky, my new career in interpretive dance went quickly by the wayside, apparently interpretive dance still means you actually have to be able to dance. Which the Cruise Liner didn't specifically say on the advert. Also, turning up dressed as a pantomime cow to the Captain's Welcome Dinner was seen as an interpretation too far even though we were having beef. Honestly, no sense of humour the lot of them.
I did try and lighten the dinner up by taking up the captain's hat and spreading my arms out wing-like and singing My Heart Will Go On but he just looked crosser and went red. In one last attempt to get him to bloody cheer up, I winked at him through my costume and suggested I'd like him to draw me, "wearing this (tugging at cow costume) and only this" Flutter flutter, simper. So that was the end of my interpretative dance career.
Last year I went to register as a childminder but they suggested I take a breathalyser before the next interview and to consider carefully if this was the career for me. Obviously I insisted that it was, I'd be ace at it. I've got two kids of my own and they're alive, and I've had one of them for ten years, speaks for itself really.
"Hand me a couple of kids and I'll show you" I said winningly, "come back in ten years and they'll be alive, I SWEAR".
I don't think they could find any children that needed minding that week so I didn't get to do that job.
Eventually I did some dog walking, no one really interviews you for that and dogs don't talk. You can tie them up anywhere - anywhere!- as long as the General Public can't see, and have a sit-down, a bit of a snooze, anything really and get paid for it. The dogs are really grateful too, especially if you wear your cow outfit. They think you're trying to be their friend.
But I missed the blogging, Mistress of my own domain, charting my own course, laying wherever I set my dogs, and I think I'm dead employable online; it's anonymous, you can't tell whether I passed the breathalyser and I have endless, endless inappropriate relatives. Lucky, lucky me.
And lucky you for getting to join in.
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